What Am I Leaving

Duchess didn't know how long she had been here... not because of the haunting moon on the horizon because she couldn't see that anymore. But because being in this cell, sightless, it made the minutes feel like hours, and the hours feel like days. She tried counting meals she was given instead, but lost track easily. Being enclosed somewhere like this, hearing the other occupants in the cells around her made her almost stir crazy. They almost sounded like ghosts through the crystals in her ears. It was hard to keep her focus on anything especially while she her senses were marred.

She wasn't going to die here, though she didn't expect the alpha to let her rot or kill her. She had been taken care of appropriately. She did think that the illness was what would kill her. And it did make her think of what she regretted in her life.

She waited until after the residents of the pack gave her a meal and left before going up to the metal bars of the cell, a plan she had thought up herself, and put the new grown crystals snug along the bars. The crystals gently tinged against the bars before she locked them in, and prepared for the force she was going to have to use to bend the bars.

The pain was almost worst than her extremely traumatizing birth, she couldn't help but wallow in pain but kept pushing as the bars started to pull apart. She only needed them a little more ajar than they were made to slip out. But just as she was starting to get somewhere, the crystal on her shoulders she had locked against the bar snapped. She flung forward onto the ground, but found herself quickly back up to finish job before someone found her.

Locking another crystal, she pushed again at the bars until they were bent enough to let her out, the ooze along her one side from the irritated and broken crystals making her slide like oil easily out. She walked down the halls trailing the scent of the traffic that came in and out from the pack lands, her crystals bumping along the many other cages and cells that hosted others on her way out.

It was easy to find the ocean once she was outside, but navigating her way to the mainland was near impossible while she was blind. She swam as long as she could, thinking she was heading in the right direction. Before she knew it, everything went black from the sheer exhaustion of swimming around blind, though maybe that meant it would be a peaceful death.

She washed up along the shore of the cove, unconscious and oozing mostly from the break in the crystals that she had forced against the bars.

"Duchess"